Kerry jumped as she took one of Kim's shirts out of the moving box. After much conversation on the subject, they'd decided that for many reasons, they'd take it slow. That plan had evaporated mere weeks later. Kim did manage to get a moving truck that didn't have U-Haul on the side, but still Kate, Christy, and Sandy, who were somewhere else in Kerry's house, managed to give Kim a whole lot of grief about the move. "Oh my God Kim, this shirt, it reeks. What is..."
Kim got between Kerry and the shirt. "You did not see that, I will take care of it. It's just wine."
Kerry chuckled as she reached for the shirt, "Did I ever have a chance, hmmm..." She gave up on the shirt and put her hands around Kim's waist and pulled their bodies together. "Against the great Gasp-ator?"
"No, I never had a chance, you just didn't know that you were going all Phantom on me. You got in my head Kerry Weaver."
Kerry shook her head, "No more musicals, maybe some Verdi, Delibes, Lakme perhaps, or some good solid Mozart."
"I know him. We can see Cherubino in uh..."
Kerry chuckled and kissed the end of Kim's nose. "The Marriage of Figaro. There is oh so much more to Opera..."
"Okay, so, I get a new... appreciation of opera, and you?" Kim paused for half a second before she laughed, "I have it. Beer, enough with the wine. I'll introduce you to the best of the Legaspi Beer. Made by Thomas Senior, known to me as Dad, himself."
"Legaspi Beer huh?"